Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 20:58:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Macout Mann
Subject: teenaged hustler 15
This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or
events is purely coincidental. This chapter also contains references to
homosexual activity between teens and adults and between teenagers. If
such offends you, or if you are underage, please move on.
TEENAGED HUSTLER
by Macout Mann
Chapter 15
Almost two years passed. Matt was now out of high school. Too old to
service a lot of his former clients. Most were hot for younger flesh. He
spent a good bit of his time training new boys. There were fresh
applicants all the time, mostly buddies of boys already "cheerfully
completing jobs." For instance, Walt's brother was now on board. And the
occasional fourteen-year-old was now being hired on--undercover.
Spangler's loan had quickly been repaid. Si had resigned his sales job and
was devoting full time to managing JCC. Jim still did some construction
work, but he spent most of his time responding to the demand for older,
cruder studs. He also had some buddies he could call on to serve that
trade.
Unexpectedly, the demand for boys to actually do odd jobs could have kept
the company in business. To avoid mishaps, a second, unpublished telephone
number had been supplied to clients seeking sex. On one occasion a
customer seeking a boy to rake leaves had almost been supplied with another
kind of worker altogether.
Even the cabbies were into the act. Mostly, fares were interested in
finding gals to fuck, but occasionally someone was looking for a young guy.
Cabbies were given a "finder's fee," if a connection could be made.
Si's fears about the law had also proved needless. The police seemed
unconcerned about illegal activity within the upper class.
There had only been a couple of problems with johns.
One lad, pretty sensitive and you might say na´ve for a sixteen-year-old,
had a session with a thirty-something man who was not only domineering but
overly crude. He'd called the boy a cum slut and some other shit and had
generally hurt the kid's feelings. Si told the boy he had to be prepared
for that sort of thing; but he also called the man and let him know that if
he continued to be abusive, JCC wasn't interested in his business. There
was no further incident.
A more serious situation arose when a john, who had said he would be alone,
had another man with him when the boy arrived, and insisted that they both
use him in whatever way they chose. They were excessively rough, and the
boy, who was far from tender, made it apparent that something must be done.
Si denied the john further opportunities to do business with JCC and
reported the incident to Spangler, who promised to take further action.
Whether he did or not Si never knew.
Si had the feeling things had gone much too well, however, and they had.
Of course, Matt's relationship with Spangler had continued. They had
developed a real affection for each other with Si's blessing. Spangler
would occasionally entertain other boys at the condo, but more often than
not he and Matt would get together; and when Spangler's wife was out of
town, the two of them would always spend nights at Spangler's Wordsworth
Drive house.
Spangler had encouraged Matt to go to college. Even said he'd pay for it.
"People won't always be willing to pay top dollar for your dick," he'd say.
"I know," Matt would answer, "but I don't need to be a millionaire. Sure,
filet mignon is nice, but a hamburger is just as filling. I can always
frame houses."
It was the end of June. Randy Baxter, a sixteen-year-old who'd been
working about six months, called Matt and said they needed to talk. Randy
was sexy and popular with clients. He loved to do it all, and relished
showing off his trim body in the process. One reason he was so uninhibited
was that his mom and dad were so rigid. She was a stay-at-home mom and he
was a lineman for the electric company. They were deeply religious and
straight in every sense of the word.
Randy had found out about JCC through a schoolmate who was doing odd jobs,
and Randy had signed on in that "division," as management called it. His
parents were very proud of his "get up and go."
His "get up and go" concealed another side of his young life which he kept
carefully hidden. At fourteen, a comely young girl from his church had
introduced him to the joys of pussy, and her older brother not long
afterward had introduced him to the joys of male sex. He was hooked from
the beginning.
Randy knew that one of his playmates, a guy named Amos, also worked for
JCC, but they never seemed to get assigned to the same job. (In the
odd-job division, it was customary to send out more than one boy).
Finally, Randy commented about that to his friend.
"Man, I can't believe that you didn't know!" the other boy said. "I
thought you weren't involved, because you were afraid your folks would find
out or something!" He then gave Randy the whole scoop on what JCC was
really all about.
"Motherfuck!," Randy exclaimed. "I gotta get into that shit!"
He let Matt know right away that he wanted to move up to where the fun and
the money was, and he became one of the company's most sought-after
workers. So Matt couldn't figure why Randy needed to talk.
"I gotta quit. The whole smear," Randy told Matt. "My dad's found out
what's going on. He's some pissed. I dunno what the fuck he's goanna do."
"What d'ya mean, he found out?" Matt asked. "You didn't leave a bank
statement laying around did you?" All the bank accounts in the boys' names
had the company address listed as their addresses, so parents wouldn't be
the wiser. Statements were put in their lockers and their checkbooks were
also kept there.
"Oh, no," Randy replied, "but I left a pair of jeans laying out on my bed.
My dad went through 'em and found three twenties I'd stuffed in one of the
pockets. He wanted to know what I was doing with that kinda money. I told
him I got it doing some extra work. It was like a tip.
"Well, he didn't buy it. Said a eight-dollar-an-hour job didn't result in
sixty dollar tips. I told him it was not just one, it was for three
different jobs. He said not to lie to him. He can get fucking tough,
man...Well, I finally had to tell him what was going on, and, man, has he
got my ass in a sling!"
"Well, thanks for the heads up," Matt responded. "I'll have to talk to my
dad. Meantime, you just lay low. We won't make any dates for ya. This
could be a problem."
Matt wasted no time in getting to Si. He told him everything that Randy
had said. "I told him this could be a problem," he concluded.
"Depending on what the son-of-a-bitch does, it could be more than a
problem," Si said. "It could blow the whole fucking enterprise to hell and
back.
"Find out everything you can about this boy and his family."
Matt knew a good bit already, but he talked to Amos and found out more
about goings on within the church family. More than you'd think. He got
some names of other guys to talk to.
By the time Si received the expected call from Mr. Baxter, he was confident
he knew more about all of Randy's activities than his father did. Baxter
tone was hostile. He asked for a meeting and Si readily set one up.
Si also called Spangler. "Hate to bother you," he said, "but..."
Spangler gave Si the name of a private detective agency and suggested they
investigate Baxter and his wife. "Everybody's got something to hide," he
opined. He also asked Si to call him back after he'd talked to Baxter.
"I would beat you senseless, if I wasn't pledged to follow the
commandments!" Baxter shouted.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Baxter," Si smilingly responded, "I'm at a disadvantage
here. What have I done to make you so angry? Have a seat and tell me
what's upset you."
Baxter plopped down next to Si's desk and leaned as far forward as he
could. "You know very well," he spat. "My son, Randall, is a good
Christian boy, and you have turned him into a sinner and a pervert. Made
him a...a queer! And I'm going to see you put in jail for what you've
done!"
It was hard for Si to remain calm, but it had been decided that by staying
cool, he might be able to force Baxter into doing or saying something he'd
regret. "Now, Mr. Baxter," he said, "it may surprise you to know that I'm
a Christian too. And while I can appreciate that you may not like what
Randy's been doing; I'll tell you right now, Randy came and applied for the
job. Nobody that works for me gave him the slightest bit of encouragement,
much less forced him into something he didn't want to do.
"He originally came to us seeking work doing odd jobs. You'll remember
that I talked to you about that at the time. Sometime later, Randy was
talking to a friend of his from school, who also worked for us. He told
Randy that he wasn't doing odd jobs. Told him what he was doing. and that
he was making much more money. And--this is the absolute truth,
Mr. Baxter--he told your son that since the two of them were also involved
sexually, he'd never understood why Randy hadn't been hustling rather than
doing odd jobs from the beginning. That was when Randy came back and
re-applied.
"The fact is that one of the boys from your own church--The Church of
Peter's Rock, is it--had introduced Randy to man-to-man sex long before he
ever heard of JCC and Randy had been involved with quite a few guys...and
girls--from what I hear--before he first came to us."
"You lie!" Baxter yelled.
"Does the name, Thomas Bromfield, mean anything to you?" Si inquired.
"Of course," Baxter hissed. "He's a fine young man. The Bromfields are
very prominent in our church. Mrs. Bromfield is very close to my wife."
"And Thomas Bromfield was the first male to fuck your little boy," Si
reported.
"Where do you get all these lies?!"
"Mr. Baxter, I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but I know what I'm talking
about.
"You may not approve of what I do, but what I do I do ethically. We do not
solicit boys or entrap boys or introduce boys to any activity that they
have not willingly and happily participated in many times before. And we
investigate every young man that applies to our program.
"You may do what you want to. Put me in jail? You will be dragging
yourself, your son, your church, and a lot of other youngsters like
Randy--boys that haven't done anything but have a little fun and make some
money--you'll be dragging everybody into a public mess that you'll regret
for the rest of your life.
"Check out what I've said. You'll find out it's true. Talk to your son,
man to man for a change. See what he really thinks.
"I don't have anything else to say to you right now, but I'd ask that you
think about it, and then get back to me, after you've calmed down."
Baxter stormed out; and Matt, who'd been listening in the next room,
slipped in.
"I hope he don't head straight to the police station," Si said. "If he
does some checking, he may get some fucking sense in his head."
"Yeah," Matt replied, "he sure needs to talk to Randy some more. Randy
must've left out a whole lot of shit. Made himself out to be a victim or
something."
"Can't blame him," Si said. "The kid must be terrified of his old man.
"I need to get the gumshoe to look into Mrs. Baxter's relationship with
Mrs. Bromfield," he continued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Baxter said they were very close."
"I didn't catch that."
"I haven't been a salesman all these years for nothing. You gotta listen
and pick up on little tidbits like that."
Matt headed out to meet a trick, and his dad called Spangler and gave him
the gist of his meeting with Baxter. Spangler seemed pleased with the way
Si had handled it. He also said that he was going to give the head of the
electric company a call. "I think I can plant a notion in Bill's head that
just might get back to Baxter," Spangler mused.
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